He Loves to be the Ones He Loves

This is not my calatorie. But I got this story from a great book called 'Next Door Savior' by Max Lucado.   And it is a great story i want to share about.

This is the calatorie

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Holiday travel. It isn't easy. Then why do we do it? Why cram the trunks and endure the airports? You know the answer. We love to be with the ones we love.
The four-year-old running up the sidewalk into the arms of Grandpa.
The cup of coffee with Mom before the rest of the house awakes.
That moment when, for a moment, everyone is quite as we hold hands around the table ans thank God for family and friends and pumpkin pie.
We love to be with the ones we love.
May I remind you? So does God. He loves to be the ones he loves. How else do you explain what he did? Between him and us there was a distance - a great span. And he couldn't bear it. He couldn't stand it. So he did something about it.
Before coming to the earth, "Christ himself was like God in everything.... but he gave up with God and made himself nothing. He was born to be a man and became like a servant" (Phil. 2:6-7 NCV).
Why? Why did Jesus travel so far?
I was asking myself that question when I spotted thr squirels outside my window. A family of black-tailed squirrels has made its home amid the roots of the tree north of my office. We've been neighbors for three years now. They watch me peck the keyboard. I watch them store their nuts and climb the trunk. We've mutually amused. I could watch them all day.
But I've never considered becoming one of them. The squirrel world holds no appeal to me. Who wants to sleep next to a hairy rodent with beady eyes? Give up the Rocky Mountains, bass fishing, weddings, and laughter for a hole in the ground and a diet of dirty nuts? Count me out.
But count Jesus in. What a world he left. Our classiest mansion would be a tree trunk to him. Earth's finest cuisine would be walnuts on heaven's table. And the idea of becoming a squirrel with claws and tiny teeth and a fury tail? It's nothing compared to God becoming a one-celled embryo and entering the womb of Mary.
But he did. The God of the universe kicked against the wall of the womb, was born into the poverty of a peasant, and spent his first night in the feed trough of a cow. "The word became flesh and lived among of us" (John 1:14 NRSV). The God of thr universe left the glory of heaven and moved into the neighborhood. Our neighborhood! Who could have imagined he would do such a thing.
Why? He loves to be the ones he loves.
Dr. Maxwell Maltz tells a remarkable story of a love like this. A man had been injured in a fire while attempting to save his parents from a burning house. He couldn't get to them. They perished. His face was burned and disfigured. He mistakenly interpreted his pain as God's punishment. The man wouldn't let anyone see him- not even his wife.
She went to Dr. Maltz, a plastic surgeon, for help. He told the woman not to worry. "I can restore his face."
The wife was unenthused. Her husband had repeatedly refused any help. She knew he would again.
Then why her visit? "I want you to disfigure my face so I can be like him! If I can share his pain, then maybe he will let me back into his life."
Dr. Maltz was shocked. He denied her requedt but was so moved by this woman's love that he went to speak with her husband. Knocking on the man's bedroom door, he called loudly, "I'm a plastic surgeon, and I want you to know that I can restore your face."
No response.
"Please come out."
Again there was no answer.
Still speaking through the door, Dr. Maltz told the man of his wife's proposal. "She wants me to disfigure her face, to make her face like yours in the hope that you will let her back into your life. That's how much she loves you."
There was a brief moment of silence, and then, ever so slowly, the door knob began to return.
The way the woman felt for her husband is the way God feels about us. But he did more than make the offer. He took on our face, our disfigurement. He became like us. Just look at the places he was willing to go: feed troughs, carpentry shop, badlands, and cemeteries. The places he went to reach us show how far he will go to touch us.
He loves to be with the ones he loves.